Years ago, when I first built the pig pen, I wisely chose pig panels, 16 foot long semi rigid fence sections, rather than wrestling floppy field fence.
Good boy, FC.
Even as a pig newbie, I knew that a pig might dig out from under the panels, so at the time I trenched the perimeter and laid in sections of old fencing under the soil. This was tie-wired to the hog panels.
Any future Hogdini escape artist would be foiled by my cleverness I thought.
And I was right.
The only escape we ever had was a gate left poorly secured.
The last thing on my mind, eight years ago, was how hard it would be to disassemble this pen out there in future land.
Well, future land is now present land and ... yowza!
I worked most of yesterday, bolt cutting and pulling fence staples out, nipping wire ties with my linesman pliers, digging trenches, pulling on rusty underground fence ... no wonder these pigs never dug out!!!
Apparently back then, I tossed any escape obstacle I could find into the perimeter trench. So far the shovel has brought up old lattice scraps, concrete blocks, and miscellaneous cement chunks.
All of that labor took place beneath a beautiful wild black cherry tree that I planted from seed years ago. It's in full bloom now, unlike it's neighbor the wild hog plum tree which was a cloud of bee-filled blossoms a week ago.
The hog plum is done with showing off and is now involved in the serious business of making tiny tart fruits.
The chickadees were busy in the plum tree, but not too busy to scold me constantly as I worked.
The nest box they used last year has chew marks around the enlarged hole, so I don't think they are the occupants this year.
I need to get out there now and work off the two Dunkin Doughnuts (chocolate glazed of course) that I have consumed while writing this and sipping my coffee (straight black of course).
Just for the record, I heard the first whippoorwill of spring last week.